The Legend of the Wh

With his last breath, he let out a sigh and his hand slid helplessly from her face.,Wandering through misty mountains and streams, I splash ink to paint landscapes in crimson hues.,By the stream, a four-meter long white snake slithered through the grass. Its whiteness was like jade, its scales smooth and delicate. Its body was flexible and boneless, graceful and lively.。